Saturday, May
20, 2006
How the pornographer steals
the soul from sex
Like an eye that can't blink
he prys open every petal of every flower
even tearing off and discarding them
revealing everything
burning it all up in a false light
seeking to own and understand
to conquer and possess
too fleetingly, indifferently
and it is never enough.Immobile and obese, his hunger is
unable to stop gorging itself
on what he cannot even taste.
and yet...
The soul was given to us freely
and must be protected and nurtured.
By it's very nature it remains hidden
serving as a well to bring up water
from the Source of all life
and becoming in turn a source for others.
A source that feeds, caresses, and comforts.
The darkness of its depths
is necessary to the soft light it brings;
a light that doesn't burn or scorch
a warm light
like the one that shines through the eyes of the lover
as his lips find the tender skin of the breast
that nursed him and will feed his offspring.
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